I found the Lord
in your overwhelming eyes,
in the cozy breaths
riding, like waves down my shoulders.

I found the Devil
in your heart-aching hands,
in the mean grip you used
when touching me,
almost like a strip of fire
set aflame on me,
during Antarctica's iciest
breeze.

I found heaven
when inhaling ashes of my
gone lungs,
as I found my youth on your
bedroom floor.  

I found the underworld
when washing away
****** sins,
the morning after.

I found the galaxy, in the dead sky,
staring out a window.